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Walking all alone through the bleak abyss The ravens watching from silhouette trees Inspiration dead, writing I did miss A dark event put me down on my knees. In the distance I saw gold rays of light I hoped and prayed that it was my escape At forest edge 'twas the sun shining bright And down below a heavenly landscape. At the valley below the river flows Deer herds sip water from clear flowing streams It's heaven on earth where nobody knows A Shangri La only found in your dreams. Lucky was I the right path I did choose By rivers edge stood my beautiful muse. Written on 15th November 2019 When there is no inspiration poetry contest Sponsored by Silent One.
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